Every time that I see your face

Black always looks best with a little bit of dazzle. Just to make the darkness a bit easier to deal with. Sometimes even pretty enough to enjoy it. To embrace and feel comfortably cold in a night. To be kept warm only by the faint thought of how it'd be to get in your embrace and exchange our heat to help each other out. You take a little bit of my cold chilly ignorance and I borrow a little bit of your ever emitting sense of optimism and care. Albeit, sometimes sprinkled with a little bit of sass. Just enough to put up a smoke screen of you being someone who doesn't care about people. All in vain. It’s one of the hidden nuances of the night. Things often seem clearer when they're not surrounded by the insinuating glare of light, just as I see through that mirage.

But it’s not about understanding you. It never was. Even if my over analytical ways gave that off. It is, was and always will be about enjoying you, relishing you. As if meeting you on a daily basis is like a much-awaited fiesta in my day. And your careful pronunciations, my sermons. You curious Brown Eyes become the colour in my life. Your neck emits the aroma that I can only compare to the whiff of fresh flower beds from the best soils in Netherlands. I like this short fiesta that you bring in my life on a daily basis. Something that I pray for under those breaths which aren't spent being next to you, witnessing the magic first hand. In fact, I borderline feel bad for you. Because you won't be able to enjoy and understand how it feels to be near you.

It’s like the dazzling lights of your existence make me numb and grasp my consciousness in its grip like a puffer fish. A Hypnotized Prey. And what better time to relish in the resonance of this revelry other than the rustic beauty of the night. I understand wishful thinking is a sin, but sometimes all a lad can do is wish. Wish to be drawing similarities in the Beauty of a city after sundown, and your brilliance that stands out most as you get done with your work and provide me with your undivided attention. And that too while I bathe in the love of both. An Unexplained relation on both ends but full of euphoria nonetheless.

A sense of loss at dawn always scares me at the gut and both of these joys float pass me just as the sun decides to wake up a millennium of people. I'm convinced that its a crime that sun has been conniving. Bringing in a hoard of day-walkers to create a distance between us. To create a longing in my soul for your joy. But little does it know how I like being tortured and made to wait for the best thing I've felt in a while. And thus, I too go back to my grave in this city, like a vampire. Only to hope. Hope of feeling those cluster of emotions I feel every time I see you.

Nishant Gupta

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